ALL THINGS MUST PASS

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[mosshook]

THIS IS A LIFE

read on ao3 rating: teen & up / word count: 11k relationships: reigen & mob; reigen/serizawa characters: reigen, mob, serizawa, reigen’s parents, reigen’s sister, dimple, the rest of the spirits and such kids additional tags: fragmented format, time jumps, post-canon, pre-canon, panic attacks, character study, healing

my love letter to reigen arataka and, by extension, mob psycho 100.

reigen grows to know both life and love. otherwise known as, there’s a lot of stories about men at the end of the world.

[mosshook]

hi! it's been a while since i've used this blog, and i wanted to give y'all a bit of a life update.

the past year and a half of my life was chaotic and hectic in ways that i honestly didn't think could be possible. it didn't give me very much time to write for myself outside of applications for work and graduate school, but since i have another half year before i go back to school, i'm going to try and get back into the groove of writing more fic to hopefully have up by, at the latest, the summer.

i hope y'all have been well <3 in a rather unexpected turn of events, i've found myself enamored by comics universes again for the first time since i was a teenager. so the next pieces i have up will most likely be about my many normal thoughts about what's going on with batman. thank you for sticking around :] and as always, have a good one.

[striderepiphany]

Serirei week day 1: homecoming

Unpacking is tiring

[zoenold]

fanart for the plum calendar by @sharkaroni which is the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! READ IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[smoarchok]

stuff ill never finish dm edition

[mudgemill]

My headcanon is that Tome would bully reigen and serizawa (lovingly) into making a cryptid factor type podcast with her. I mean… they have so much material to draw from

[smorchhcroms]

[I.D. A digital illustration of charachters from Mob Psycho 100. In the foreground Reigen, wearing Christmas antlers, with a guilty expressions on his face, is holding a badly warpped gift. In the background Serizawa and Dimple are smiling (one's is amicable the other's - derogatory). Serizawa is holding up a gift with his aura. There are several presents and a christmas tree to the left of him. End I.D]

Thank you @mp100secretspirit for hosting this event ❤️

Happy Secret Spirit @smishymish :D

My prompt was Serizawa snd Reigen wrapping presents for the kids (and Dimple being there too). I hope I did it justice! I loved the second prompt too but I thought it would be fun to see one thing I imagine Reigen isn't good at

Hope you like it and that you have fantastic holidays!!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

[straybird25]

You’ll be fine

[ayyunah]

Everything's fleeting, isn't it

[mosshook]

snapshot: the rain isn't relenting anytime soon. reigen asks serizawa a question.

;

Serizawa lifts his window blinds, frowning at the mist clouding the glass. From above, the sky’s a darkened gray, with lightning flashes filling the horizon. “Looks like the rain isn’t letting up.” 

“Huh.” From his spot on the couch, Reigen tilts his head, stance oddly reminiscent of a curious dog. He rests his palm against his cheek, considering, before clearing his throat. There’s a note of something much too airy, borderline nervous, in his words when he asks, “Is it alright if I stay here until it clears?” 

He’s stayed here before, sometimes for whole days. But still, Reigen asks, just to make sure that he’s welcome and can linger here, in Serizawa's home. He always asks so he can hear the quiet, ready response of: yes, you can stay.

You can always, always stay.

Serizawa’s finger slips loose from the blinds. He turns his head, meeting Reigen's searching eyes. A warm ache blooms beneath his ribs.

“Of course you can," Serizawa says.

Reigen laughs, face flushed pink. “Thank you.” With that, he flops onto his back, popping it loudly. A content smile crosses his face as he yawns. “C’mere, then. Looks like we’ve got a free evening to ourselves for once.” 

“For once?” Serizawa settles beside him, knocking their legs together as he pulls Reigen into his chest. “You see me every day. We say goodbye at the office every night.” 

Reigen’s eyes close, but his smile widens, lips pulling back to reveal a flash of teeth. “Yeah, but relaxing.” He rearranges his legs until they’re in Serizawa’s lap and nestles his face into Serizawa's neck. “It’s nice. We should do it more often.”

"Mm," Serizawa hums, running his fingers through Reigen's dry hair. It's become familiar, over these past few weeks; the soft, steady warmth of Reigen's body against him. "We should."

[bigbadbowlcut]

Autumn run

100th post

[leonardcohenofficial]

you know how it's established in the autobiography of FBI special agent dale cooper: my life, my tapes that he went undercover at a gay bar that time? what if albert happens to run into him there? (in other words i'm now in twin peaks fic mode don't text)

[ittaamilki]

😔 i love them!!

[mosshook]

long time no see! without further ado, reigen and serizawa go investigating once again. read about it here. [1.1k words]

[mobpsyk0]

new wallpaper!

[smorchhcroms]

a serious businessman and his protégée

[mosshook]

snapshot: lucy knows. (270 words)

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The door to Sheriff Truman’s office swings shut. But even after the oak latches into place, Lucy can hear the faint ringing of the telephone, where it rings three times before being picked up. 

She hears the sheriff greet whoever is on the other line with his familiar drawl. But after a second, he pauses. Then, Lucy hears him say, in a low voice so affectionate she could imagine his smile accompanying it: “Hey, handsome. Nice to hear from you.”  

When Agent Cooper returns from his most recent case two weeks later, he taps her desk gently, asking for the sheriff. He’s wearing his windbreaker layered with a dark sweater and turtleneck. To be quite honest, Lucy thinks it's a nice look.

She watches him subtly check his reflection in the glass of her barrier, the tip of his fingers turning his chin to the side for the briefest set of seconds as he assesses himself. When his gaze locks on hers again, Lucy wordlessly directs him down the hall, and he shoots her a grateful smile before walking away. 

The oak door to Sheriff Truman’s office swings open, then shut. Though muffled, she can hear Agent Cooper’s bright voice say something – probably Harry, I’m back – before being abruptly cut short. 

When her shift ends, Lucy doesn’t see them come out. She shoulders her purse and pulls on her gloves. Slowly, the lights around the station flicker off, and long shadows fill the small quiet spaces, save for the faint glow sandwiched between the carpet and the sheriff's door.